John Green Quotes

John Green

Biography

Type: Author, Critic, Web host

Born: August 24, 1977

Died:

John Green is a recent popular name in the American young adult fiction. He is also an avid video blogger who has published numerous educational videos online. The Fault in Our Stars is considered to be his outstanding by far along with other notables. John Michael Green was born on August 24, 1977, to Mike and Sydney Green in Indianapolis. He received his early education from Lake Highland Preparatory School and Indian Springs School. His experience of school was similar to other social outcasts who get bullied by arrogant people. He earned double graduation degrees in English and Religious Studies from Kenyon College. He worked as a student chaplain after graduation in a children’s hospital. His initial aim was to become an Episcopal priest.

John Green Quotes

Some people have lives; some people have music.. John Green
Some people have lives; some people have music.

I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.. John Green
I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.

Just move to the Internet, its great here. We get to live inside where the weather
Just move to the Internet, its great here. We get to live inside where the weather is always awesome.

The marks we leave are too often scars.. John Green
The marks we leave are too often scars.

Everyone wants to leave an extraordinary life.. John Green
Everyone wants to leave an extraordinary life.

As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

Some people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them, I said. Right, of
Some people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them," I said.

"Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That's what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway.

I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm
I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.

I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the
I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.

Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will. John Green
Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will

As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.. John
As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.

Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly
Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy . . . well.

Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.. John Green
Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.

I hated sports. I hated sports, and I hated people who played them, and I hated
I hated sports. I hated sports, and I hated people who played them, and I hated people who watched them, and I hated people who didn't hate people who watched or played them.

Well, while you were in the bathroom, I sat down at this picnic table here in
Well, while you were in the bathroom, I sat down at this picnic table here in Bumblefug, Kentucky, and noticed that someone had carved that GOD HATES FAG, which, aside from being a grammatical nightmare, is absolutely ridiculous. So I'm changing it to 'God Hates Baguettes.' It's tough to disagree with that. Everybody hates baguettes.

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.. John Green
Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.. John Green
The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

Whenever you read a cancer booklet or website or whatever, they always list depression among the
Whenever you read a cancer booklet or website or whatever, they always list depression among the side effects of cancer. But, in fact, depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying.

You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect..
You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.

Imagine others complexly.. John Green
Imagine others complexly.

Maybe 'Okay' will be our 'always'...

What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.

I believe in hope, in what is something called ”radical hope.” I believe there is hope for all of us, even amid the suffering. And that’s why I write fiction, probaby. It’s my attempt to keep that fragile strand of radical hope, to buld a fire in the darkness.r

The funny thing about writing is that whether you're doing well or doing it poorly, it looks the exact same. That's actually one of the main ways that writing is different from ballet dancing.

He liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.

Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.

A poem can't do its work if you only read snippets of it.

I just want to domething that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.

For me, at least, fiction is the only way i can even begin to twist my lying memories into something true.

(Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we are not so kind.) You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.

Words are not static.Language shape our memories, and it is also shaped by our memories.

Apparently, the world is not a wish-granting factory.

I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.

I'm sorry. I know you loved her. It was hard not to.

Love is keeping the promise anyway.

The feeling of loving her and being loved by her welled up in him, and he could taste the adrenaline in the back of his throat, and maybe it wasn't over, and maybe he could feel her hand in his again and hear her loud, brash voice contort itself into a whisper to say I-love-you as if it were a secret, and an immense one.

We were very different, and we disagreed about a lot of things, but he was always so interesting, you know?

Just deleting vandalism on the Chuck Norris page," Radar said. "For instance, while I do think that Chuck Norris specializes in the roundhouse kick, I don't think it's accurate to say, 'Chuck Norris's tears can cure cancer, but unfortunately he has never cried.

Every year, many, many stupid people graduate from college. And if they can do it, so can you.

Principled hate is a hell of a lot stronger than "Boy, I wish you hadn't mummified me and thrown me into the lake" hate.

The food was so good that with each passing course, our conversation devolved further into fragmented celebrations of its deliciousness:
'I want this dragon carrot risotto to become a person so I can take it to Las Vegas and marry it.

He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace...

I don't know where people got the idea that characters in books are supposed to be likable. Books are not in the business of creating merely likeable characters with whom you can have some simple identification with. Books are in the business of creating great stories that make you're brain go ahhbdgbdmerhbergurhbudgerbudbaaarr.

Dear Teens at Starbucks wearing 'Abstain from Sex 2 Attain Ur Goals' t-shirts: Doesn't it depend on what my goals are?

You just gotta tell her, man,’ I said. ‘You just gotta say, “Angela, I really like you, but there’s something you need to know: when we go to my house and hook up, we’ll be watched by the twenty-four hundred eyes of twelve hundred black Santas.

But I was not in the band, because I suffer from the kind of tone deafness that is generally associated with actual deafness

Chuck Parson did not participate in organized sports, because to do so would distract from his larger goal of his life: to one day be convicted of murder

When things break, it's not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. It's because a little piece gets lost - the two remaining ends couldn't fit together even if they wanted to. The whole shape has changed.

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.

If you don't live a life in service of a greater good, you've gotta at least die a death in service of a greater good, you know? And I fear that I won't get either a life or a death that means anything.

Do you know what your problem is? You can't live with the idea that someone might leave.

Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? But I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone, anyone, love me?

I came here looking for a Great Perhaps, for real friends and a more-than-minor life..

I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.

I always had this idea that you should never give up a happy middle in the hopes of a happy ending, because there is no such thing as a happy ending. Do you know what I mean? There is so much to lose.

I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it.

I always felt like you had to be important to have enemies.

Life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future.

What about the rest of your life?"
She shrugged. "What about it?"
"Aren't you worried about, like, forever?"
"Forever is composed of nows," she says.

It is worth it to leave behing my minor life for grander maybes
-Miles "Pudge

Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (...) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

It is so hard to leave - until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention.

I was born into Bolívar's labyrinth, and so I must believe in the hope of Rabelais' Great Perhaps.

There comes a time when we realize that our parents cannot save themselves or save us, that everyone who wades through time eventually gets dragged out to sea by the undertow- that, in short, we are all going.

Even if it’s a dumb story, telling it changes people just the slightest little bit, just as living the story changes me. An infinitesimal change. And that infinetisimal change ripples outward - ever smaller but everlasting. I will get forgotten, but the stories will last. And so we all matter - maybe less than a lot, but always more than none.

I just think if you don't say the honest thing, sometimes the honest thing never becomes true, you know, and I-

When you say nasty things about people, you should never say the true ones, because you can't really fully and honestly take those back, you know? I mean, there are highlights. And there are streaks. And then there are skunk stripes.

Ben, if you get pee in my brand-new car, I am going to cut your balls off."
Still peeing, Ben looks over at me smirking. "You´re gonna need a hell of a big knife, bro.

Nerd girls are the world’s most underutilized romantic resource. And guys, do not tell me that nerd girls are not hot because that shows a Paris Hilton-esque failure to understand hotness.

Tapi yang menyenangkan bukan sekadar bersama seseorang. Yang menyenangkan adalah ini, bersama orang yang sehati denganmu.

Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.

I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.

I will not tell you our love story, because-like all real love stories-it will die with us,as it should.

I didn't tell him that the diagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You're a woman. Now die.

It was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations.

I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.

Right, well, he'd been sick for a while and his nurse said to him, 'You seem to be feeling better this morning,' and Isben looked at her and said, 'On the contrary,' and then he died.

And then I crawled into his unmade bed, wrapping myself in his comforter like a cocoon, surrounding myself with his smell. I took out my cannula so I could smell better, breathing him and out, the scent fading even as I lay there, my chest burning until I couldn't distinguish among the pains.

You can't just make me different and then leave

When she fucked up all those years ago, just a little girl terrified into paralysis, she fell onto the enigma of herself.

Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath.

Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die.

She cannot possibly be dead, people do not just die

Oh God, Alaska, I love you. I love you," and the Colonel whispered, "I'm so sorry, Pudge. I know you did," and I said, "No. Not past tense." She wasn't even a person anymore, just flesh rotting, but I loved her present tense.

I was caught in a love triangle with one dead side.

The times that were most fun seemed always to be followed by sadness now, because it was when life started to feel like it did when she was with us that we realized how utterly gone she was.

Like many people, I feel like celebrating. Remember this feeling. It is human, and can help us understand when others express bloodlust.

Like they just wanted to enjoy The Gus Waters Show while it was still in town.

Losing you're co-remember meant losing the memory itself.

He'd fought hard, Lida told me, as if there was another way to fight.

He was a dying man looking down on the surgeons trying to save him.

Suffering can bend & break us. But it can also break us open to become the persons God intended us to be. It depends on what we do with the pain. If we offer it back to God, He will use it to do great things in us & through us, because suffering is fertile... it an grow new life.

We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreperably broken.

We need never be without hope because we can never be irreparably broken.

They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting.

It's not because I want to make out with her."
Hold on." He grabbed a pencil and scrawled excitedly at the paper as if he'd just made a mathematical breakthrough and then looked back up at me. "I just did some calculations, and I've been able to determine that you're full of shit

She's cute, I thought, but you don't need to like a girl who treats you like you're ten: You've already got a mom.

We were kissing.
I thought: This is good.
I thought: I am not bad at this kissing. Not bad at all.
I thought: I am clearly the greatest kisser in the history of the universe.
Suddenly she laughed and pulled away from me. She wiggled a hand out of her sleeping bag and wiped her face. "You slobbered on my nose," she said, and laughed

There are times when it is appropriate, even preferable, to get an erection when someone's face is in close proximity to your penis.

This was not one of those times.

You will not kill my girlfriend today, International Terrorists of Ambiguous Nationality!

I mean, we're ninjas."

"Well maybe you're a ninja," I said

"You're just a really loud, awkward ninja," Margo said, "but we are both ninjas.

He flipped himself onto his side and kissed me. "You're so hot," I said, my hand still on his leg.
"I'm starting to think you have an amputee fetish," he answered, still kissing me. I laughed.
"I have an Augustus Waters fetish," I explained.

I wish I knew how to quit you, Tumblr.

Nerd life is just so much better than regular life.

Was it animal pee or human pee? Someone asked.
How would I know? What, am I an expert in the study of pee?

No headboards were broken.

Daddy is trying really fugging hard to think of a not-terrifying reason why you'd wake Daddy up in the middle of the night to ask that fugging question. But no. No. Daddy does not have a match or a lighter.

I'm telling you, Augustus Waters talked so much that he'd interrupt you at his own funeral.

Ma'am,' Augustus said, nodding toward her, 'your daughter's car has just been deservedly egged by a blind man. Please close the door and go back inside or we'll be forced to call the police.' After wavering for a moment, Monica's mom closed the door and disappeared.

The pigs can't stop the fox; I'm too quick,' Takumi said to himself. "I can rhyme while I run; I'm that slick.

This one's for Alaska Young!

AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!' he screamed.
'So that's Sara,' I said.
'Yes.'
'She seems nice.

Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.

So dawn goes down today... Nothing gold can stay.

- Robert Frost

People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn't bear the thought of their loved ones not existing, and couldn't even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.

I was not religious, but I liked rituals. I liked the idea of connecting an action with remembering.

okay?okay.

The problem with chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to the point where nothing is real.

...nós somos tão indestrutíveis como acreditamos ser.

I wondered if hurdlers ever thought, you know, "This would go faster if we just got rid of the hurdles.

And then the line was quite but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space that could only be visited on the phone.

Why don’t we break up? I guess I stay with her because she stays with me. And that’s not an easy thing to do.

It's easy to like someone from a distance. But when she stopped being this amazing unattainable thing or whatever, and started being, like, just a regular girl with a weird relationship with food and frequent crankiness wh's kind of bossy-then I had to basically start liking a whole different person.

You know what's lame, Pudge? I really care about her. I mean, we were hopeless. Badly matched. But still. I mean, I said I loved her... I mean, it's stupid to miss someone you didn't even get along with. but I don't know, it was nice, you know, having someone you could always fight with.

I wouldn't have cared if my girlfriend was a Jaguar-driving Cyclops with a beard - I'd have been grateful just to have someone to make out with.

Keeping the box closed just keeps you in the dark, not the universe... but failing to open the box doesn't kill the cat.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.

Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.

Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.

Have you really read all those books in your room?”

Alaska laughing- “Oh God no. I’ve maybe read a third of ‘em. But I’m going to read them all. I call it my Life’s Library. Every summer since I was little, I’ve gone to garage sales and bought all the books that looked interesting. So I always have something to read.

I hadn’t been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.

Neither novels or their readers benefit from any attempts to divine whether any facts hide inside a story. Such efforts attack the very idea that made-up stories can matter, which is sort of the foundational assumption of our species.

Adult librarians are like lazy bakers: their patrons want a jelly doughnut, so they give them a jelly doughnut. Children’s librarians are ambitious bakers: 'You like the jelly doughnut? I’ll get you a jelly doughnut. But you should try my cruller, too. My cruller is gonna blow your mind, kid.

It doesn’t matter how long we’ve used something; all that matters is how awesome the thing replacing it is. MP3s and automobiles happen to be really, really awesome, whereas ebooks - at least so far - are fairly limited in their awesomeness.

In the end, what makes a book valuable is not the paper it’s printed on, but the thousands of hours of work by dozens of people who are dedicated to creating the best possible reading experience for you.

There is no try. There is only do.

Why is being a nerd bad? Saying I notice you’re a nerd is like saying, ‘Hey, I notice that you’d rather be intelligent than be stupid, that you’d rather be thoughtful than be vapid, that you believe that there are things that matter more than the arrest record of Linsey Lohan. Why is that?

There's a stark difference between the words 'prodigy' and 'genius.' Prodigies can very quickly learn what other people have already figured out; geniuses discover that which no one has ever previously discovered. Prodigies learn; geniuses do.

The only thing worse than having a party that no one attends is having a party attended only by two vastly, deeply uninteresting people.

Oh shit did you just dis the feminine gender
I'll pummel your ass then stick you in a blender
You think I like Tori and Ani so I can't rhyme
But I got flow like Ghostbusters got slime
Objectify women and it's fuckin' on
You'll be dead and gone like ancient Babylon.

If people were rain, I was drizzle. She was hurricane.

Nerds like us are allowed to be unironically enthusiastic about stuff.

We are literally in the heart of Jesus," he said.
"I thought we were in a church basement, but we are literally in the heart of Jesus."
"Someone should tell Jesus," I said. "I mean, it's gotta be dangerous, storing children with cancer in your heart.

I'd had nearly four years of experience looking at these clocks, but their sluggishness never ceased to surprise. If I am ever told that I have one day to live, I will head straight to the hallowed halls of Winter Park High School, where a day has been known to last a thousand years.

What a slut time is. She screws with everybody.

El Tulipan Holandés contemplaba la marea, que estaba subiendo.
-Ensambla, unifica, envenena, corrige, revela. Mira cómo sube y baja, y se lleva todo consigo.
+ ¿Qué es? - Le pregunté.
-Agua- me contestó el Holandés-. Bueno, y tiempo.

That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him that the world had run out of glasses and he would just have to do without.

There will come a time,'' I said, ''when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. [...]

I think maybe the reason I have spent most of my life being afraid is that I have been trying to prepare myself, to train my body for the real fear when it comes

Peeing is like a good book in that it is very, very hard to stop once you start.

How can you read and talk at the same time?” I asked.
“Well, I usually can’t, but neither the book nor the conversation is particularly intellectually challenging.

You and me will read a book and find three interesting things that we remember. But Colin finds everything intriguing. He reads a book about presidents and he remembers more of it because everything he reads clicks in his head as fugging interesting.

Reading a good book helps us to feel un-alone.

Either write something worth reading, or do something worth writing.

That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste.

You're arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that's a lie, and you know it.

I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.

Because you're beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.

What?" I asked.
"Nothing," he said.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Augustus half smiled. "Because you're beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.

People always get used to beauty, though.

"I haven't gotten used to you just yet," he answered, smiling.

Everything's uglier up close.

You don't get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to lover her.

Suffering is universal. It's the one thing Buddhists, Christians, and Muslims are all worried about.

But there was so much todo: cigarettes to smoke, sex to have, swings to swing on. I'll have more time for reading when I'm old and boring.

French. Feel. Finger. Fuck.

You shall love your neighbour
With your crooked heart,

It says so much about love and brokenness - it's perfect.

Everything looks uglier close up.

Because memories fall apart, too.
And then you're left with nothing, left not even with a ghost but with its shadow. In the beginning she haunted me, haunted my dreams, but even now, just weeks later, she was slipping away, falling apart in my memory and everyone else's, dying again.

It’s not fair,” I said. “It’s just so goddamned
unfair.”
“The world,” he said, “is not a wishgranting
factory,

I think God is such a good idea that if God didn’t exist, we’d have to invent God.

...you take your humor where you can get it.

History reminds us that revolutions are not events, so much that they’re processes – that for tens of thousands of years, people have been making decisions that irrevocably shaped the world that we live in today; just as today, we are making subtle, irrevocable decisions that people of the future will remember as revolutions.

That's what I believe. I believe that universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is improbably biased toward consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it-or my observation of it-is temporary?

Hitler is the rare individual who really did make history - specifically he made it worse.

COLUMBUS BROUGHT SMALLPOX TO THE NATIVES; WE SHALL RECALL THE OCCASION WITH A PICNIC!

The marks humans leave are too often scars.

Even then, it hurt. The pain was always there, pulling me inside of myself, demanding to be felt. It always felt like I was waking up from the pain when something in the world outside of me suddenly required my comment or attention.

That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt...

The world," he said, "is not a wish-granting factory," and then he broke down, just for one moment, his sob roaring impotent like a clap of thunder unaccompanied by lightning, the terrible ferocity that amateurs in the field of suffering might mistake for weakness.

... because Mr. Applebaum, who is ostensibly teaching us precalculus but is mostly teaching me that pain and suffering must be endured stoically, says, "You feel what, Tiny?".

and I told myself - as I've told myself before - that the body shuts down then the pain gets too bad, that consciousness is temporary, that this will pass. But just like always, I didn't slip away. I was left on the shore with the waves washing over me, unable to drown.

At least it was instant. At least there wasn't any pain."
I knew he was only trying to help, but he didn't get it.
There was pain. A dul endless pain in my gut that wouldn't go away even when I knelt on the stingingly frozen tile of the bathroom, dry-heaving.

It lit up like a Christmas Tree Hazel Grace...

What can we do?" Mom asked again.
I shrugged.
But she kept asking, as if there were something she could do, until I just kind of crawled across the couch into her lap and my dad came over and held my legs really tight and I wrapped my arms all the way around my mom's middle and they held on to me for hours while the tide rolled in.

I reread An Imperial Affliction until Mom woke up and rolled over toward me around six. She nuzzled her head against my shoulder, which felt uncomfortable and vaguely Augustinian.

...the kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world. t

I guess these days this is a politically charged statement, but it seems to me manifestly true: You make nothing alone. Human beings are not mere competitors, and human life is not merely competition. We are collaborators. To be human is to catch the falling person.

The voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again.

One swing set, well worn but structurally sound, seeks new home ... With this swing set, your child(ren) will be introduced to the ups and downs of human life gently and safely, and may also learn the most important lesson of all: No matter how hard you kick, no matter how high you get, you can't go all the way around.

Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.

Some tourist think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a ciry of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.

Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.

Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we're disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare, and no one ends up remembering the person he wrote Sonnet Fifty-five about.

There are so many people. It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined.

Do the thing you're good at. Not many people are lucky enough to be so good at something.

If people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricaine

...the best way to get people to like you is not to like them too much - Lindsey to Colin, ch.14

You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves.

People are supposed to care. It's good that people mean something to you, that you miss people when they're gone.

People are such idiots. As if there's something wrong with being in love.

There is no try," I said. "There is only do.

Books - they weren't ladders out of the abyss, but they were companions.

I wanted to be one of those people who have streaks to maintain, who scorch the ground with their intensity. But for now, at least I knew such people, and they needed me, just like comets need tails.

Being in a relationship, that's something you choose. Being friends, that's just something you are. [But] I do pick you. We've been friends too long to pick, but if we could pick, I'd pick you.

The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle.

Because you're my friend, wingnut.

true friends are hard to find and impossible to forget.

I think if you keep the box closed long enough you do kill the cat, actually. And-God, I hope you won't take this personally-but I love my best friend more than anyone in the world.

When I was little, my dad used to tell me, "Will, you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friends nose.

For so long, I hadn't really heard Margo - I'd seen her screaming and thought her laughing - that now I figured it was my job. To try, even at this great remove, to hear the opera of her.

I think how much depends upon a best friend. When you wake up in the morning you swing your legs out of bed and you put your feet on the ground and you stand up. You don't scoot to the edge of the bed and look down to make sure the floor is there. The floor is always there. Until it's not.

I think about how much depends upon a best friend. When you wake up in the morning you swing your legs out of bed and you put your feet on the ground and you stand up. You don't scoot to the edge of the bed and look down to make sure the floor is there. The floor is always there.

I'm really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what.

We don't suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters.

I think the future deserves our faith. But it is hard to argue with Emily Dickinson.

But to be perfectly frank, this childish idea that the author of a novel has some special insight into the characters in the novel...it's ridiculous. That novel was composed of scratches on a page, dear. The characters inhabiting it have no life outside of those scratches. What happened to them? They all ceased to exist the moment the novel ended.

...there are books...which you can't tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.

Big, ugly homes for big, ugly people,' I told Margo as we pulled into Casavilla.

'No shit. If I ever end up being the kind of person who has one kid and seven bedrooms, do me a favor and shoot me.

Okay, so anagrams. That’s one. Got any other charming talents?” she asked, and now he felt confident.
Finally, Colin turned to her, gathering in his gut the slim measure of courage available to him, and said, “Well, I’m a fair kisser.

The vast majority of us imagine ourselves as like literature people or math people. But the truth is that the massive processor known as the human brain is neither a literature organ or a math organ. It is both and more.

Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we are not so kind.

Perhaps okay will be our always.

Without pain, how could we know joy?' This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.

The joy you bring us is so much greater than the sadness we feel about your illness.

He really was beautiful. I know boys aren’t supposed to be, but he was.

I realize that they giggle and I actually laugh, that they show their cleavage and I have none to show, but just so you know, I am also a girl. I'm one of the three wise MEN. And it's gay to think that James Bond is hot.

I figured something out," he said aloud. "The future is unpredictable."

Hassan said, "Sometimes the kafir likes to say massively obvious things in a really profound voice.

The future lay before him, inevitable but invisible.

Jesus, I'm not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they're going to do. I'm just going to do it.

You can't know what an experience will mean to future-you until you are future-you. You need millions of seconds of perspective, which ultimately, only time can buy.

He was nearsighted. The future lay before him, inevitable but invisible.

In another 2,400 years, even Socrates, the most well-known genius of the century, might be forgotten. The future will erase everything-there's no level of fame or genius that allows you to transcend oblivion. The infinite future makes that kind of mattering impossible.

Imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

I'm not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they're going to do. I'm just going to do it. Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.

i am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me.
those seem to be the two choices. everything else is just killing time.

You smoke to enjoy it i smoke to die

Quoi qu'on lise sur le cancer (brochures, sites Internet ou autres), on trouvera toujours la dépression parmi les effets secondaires. Pourtant, le dépression n'est pas un effet secondaire du cancer. C'est mourir qui provoque la dépression (et le cancer, et à peu près tout, d'ailleurs).

But, in fact, depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying. - Hazel Grace Lancaster

Augustus," I said. "Really. You don't have to do this."
"Sure I do," he said. "I found my Wish."
"God, you're the best," I told him.
"I bet you say that to all the boys who finance your international travel," he answered.

Sometimes people don’t understand
the promises they’re making when they make them,” I said.
Isaac shot me a look. “Right, of course.
But you keep the promise anyway. That’s
what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway. Don’t you believe in true love?

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